[The justification for his decision, how he's chosen to approach life in this world, doesn't really matter to Midna. Not wholly. She isn't sure she'd say she's just making conversation either. It could simply be her way of trying to glean as much information as she can from the predicament as a whole. Or maybe, she just wants to make a tally of how she's categorising those she meets.

Instead of providing any outward judgement, she simply nods. Even if she doesn't choose to say so, Midna understands where he's coming from and why he chose the way he did.

With a subtle dip of her head, she spends some moments more with her scrutiny of him, applying name to face. Committing voice to memory. Slowly forming her own preconceived notions about him, just as she would with any other. She responds with a flourish of her hand over her person.]

Ah, a man who seems familiar with all of this, then. Well, Liem Talbott— [Midna begins with a confident smile.] —My name is Midna. I trust you won't forget it.